[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/742397576704450560/gEkBVdZ-_400x400.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Morgue [hr][hr][/center]

	Caesar was waiting on Cecily to wrap up her phone call before suggesting they head out. It never occurred to him that she was trying to speak to him. His head was obviously not in a clear spot right then. That kind of lapse in observation could get him killed. Probably others, too. He shook his head and looked up to respond to his young companion. The instant he did, the satellite phone in his hands vibrated. Another message had come in from his British associate. Strangely, it was good news. 

[center][i][color=b88608][u]"Client leaving. Too late to cook proper. Valentino's?"[/u][/color][/i][/center]

	[color=orangered]"Lo ciento. East side of the Diamond District. Place called [i]Valentino's[/i]. Hour, hour-thirty. Big man's meeting us there."[/color] It would take them a lot less than a hour to get there, unless traffic truly gridlocked. They might even have time to stop off at Boston Heights if they left immediately. But he doubted that there would be a need for that. Besides, Caesar would rather get there early and size their man up. 

	[center][i][color=orangered][u]"Good. Table for four. One hour."[/u][/color][/i][/center]

	As long as they had a little time before they left, Caesar felt it might be prudent to check on his ride, make sure everything was in place and things that shouldn't be there were not. The last thing he needed was more complications that evening. He looked to Cecily and intoned in a quiet voice (seeing as she was still on the phone), [color=orangered]"Oye niña, going to check on my trike. Back in few minutes."[/color] 

	Caesar was not stupid. He was acting in a manner that was observant but casual until he got outside of the building, and with his trike he was thorough, fast, and careful. Saddlebags, motor, gas tank, exposeable wiring or electronics. Tentatively, he cranked up his Harley and moved it to another location, out of sight lines from its initial location, close to the Morgue's exit and underneath the scrutiny of a security camera. Yes, he was very possibly paranoid. But many had died. This whole situation wasn't a conspiracy [i]theory[/i], it was a full-blown Conspiracy, period. He swiftly returned to Cecily's office/lab. Hopefully, nothing tragic had happened in the last few minutes.